Volume 1, Chapter 52: The Death of Lu Yanran
"Darling, what just happened? Where did my clothes go? Have you unlocked the secret of the Life-and-Death Fate Command Technique?" Gu Changqing asked.
"Two sisters, do not agree! He wants you to surrender to the enemy state, lower yourselves in their inner palace, and use you as stepping stones for his promotion!" Xishi shouted.
Due to factors such as poor aircraft performance and low pilot quality, the air force was battered into "turkeys" by the German forces. The army, crippled by outdated tactical doctrines, was crushed into "mongrels" by the German armored divisions.
Coupled with the ordinary accumulation of the two-stage damage from the Swordsman's "Sweeping the Army" skill just now, if the Swordsman guessed correctly, any casual attack he launched now would deal upwards of eight hundred points of damage.
The Divine Land was in utter chaos, with various factions interlocking like teeth. Living in the cracks between these powers was undoubtedly the most agonizing existence.
"Junior Brother, our two armies are locked in battle, why show mercy?" Though still shaken, Zhang Xiu would rather be run through by a spear than have Zhao Yun capture him alive just to humiliate him.
Saliva was already pooling at the corner of his mouth as he rubbed his hands together, itching to pounce forward and devour his fill all at once.
This avatar soared into the sky, closely followed by the Nie family's Earth Immortal, who hoped that this "Grandmaster Avatar" would slaughter everything in its path and avenge his family.
"Otherwise, what? Do you want to duel their commander to decide the ownership of our territory?" Kameda retorted.
She swayed along with her memories, her feet moving like a marionette tracing a dance routine from the past. The darling had no idea what she was dancing, stepping on her partner's feet several times. The endless spinning made her dizzy, and by the time the song ended, she was thoroughly exhausted.
Knowing full well what thoughts were spinning in the male student's mind, Ling Yang chose not to expose him, smiling warmly as he bid farewell and left.
Su Yingmei absentmindedly plucked a rose from a vase and began pulling off its petals—he loves me, he loves me not—counting them one by one. Yet when the final count landed on "he loves me," Su Yingmei abruptly overturned the result.
Refusing to bicker with a sick old man, Mother Qin did not go upstairs, but instead turned and sat down on the sofa.
The old servant woman gave an acknowledgment and hurried out to deliver the message. Two long-gowned attendants caught up with Daoist Priest Yao in a few strides, and before long, pulling and dragging him from both sides, they hauled the terrified and uneasy Daoist Priest Yao into the tea-splitting shop.
However, these bats were remarkably intelligent. They only attacked the outsiders while showing mercy to their own people. Though more than half of the charging guards had already been killed or injured, Skinny Monkey and his companions were completely unscathed.
Leo had a fairly good understanding of this matter. After all, the Pope was the supreme commander of the Holy See, and as the Pope's assistant, Leo was qualified to review a great deal of confidential intelligence.
Moge's filial piety could not detain his gravely ill aunt; right after the Qiqiao Festival, she passed away from illness.
Outside the window, the two old folks had already stood up hand-in-hand, putting the folding stool back into its bag, gazing into each other's eyes with hands intertwined and a tender, affectionate look.
Li Yuju spoke continuously for the better part of an hour. In the middle, Chunyan came in with a bowl of red date and lotus seed soup, which Li Yuju finished. After the two chatted idly for a little longer, Li Danruo finally stood up to take her leave.
Pei Qingzhi could not be bothered to bicker with him and needlessly waste her rest time, especially since she had a journey to make the next morning and was already exhausted from the day.
His gaze darkened slightly. He looked past her at the lotus pond behind her, then shifted his eyes back to her without saying a word.
The more than three years of getting along had steadily deepened their friendship. This could be felt simply from the way they addressed each other.
That catastrophic fire had spread from Witch City, burning away everything in the wilderness. In an instant, the entire Witch City was reduced to a void, with not a single soul surviving. Only two children of the Jin family were sent away ahead of time to escape death—they were the sole remaining bloodline of the Jin family, who drifted through the world for over a century before finally settling down in Nanyu.
Turning to look at Yi Xiaoyue, he found that she had somehow become rooted to the spot like a wooden puppet, all light extinguished from her eyes, unresponsive even when called.
Inside the room, Moyu Jingchen sat opposite Ji Zili. Seeing her constantly keeping her head down, looking left and right but refusing to meet his gaze, he felt a bit helpless.
The Spirit-Swallowing Clan's First Combat Legion under Chu Yuan—the Nightmare Dragon Army—was actually modeled after the Hundred Gods Legion. Situations like this were still quite numerous across the three hundred and sixty prefectures of the desolate realm.
By now, Lin Chen's status and influence within the Tianxuan Academy were no less than those of most elders.
Chen Hao finished speaking, and his figure vanished from the spot on the spot. Immediately following were four earth-shaking slaps.
"Calling me by such an intimate name? I forbid it. You've never called me that before. No, from now on you must call me Chen." Moyu Jingchen declared with unreasoning, overbearing persistence.
Xing Tianyu thought to himself that while that might be true, watching his friends step one by one into mortal danger still left him with a nagging sense of unease.
Yu Wei still wore that gnashing, venomous expression, as if Le Bing were right there and she could tear her into two pieces in a single bite.
The Empress Dowager was too shrewd not to perceive the subtle atmosphere between the two, yet she simply assumed it was merely the usual sign of imperial concubines being at odds with one another, which she considered normal. Toward Mao Leyan, she held a degree of fondness because she had once saved her life; for that sake alone, she did not mind Mao Leyan's previous background.
At some unknown moment, Zhou Qingyuan had descended from the side roof. Judging by the sounds, he might well have entered the Li family's front courtyard. What was he up to?
"This is the fruit of my bitter cultivation! Take this!" With his momentum compressed to the absolute limit, Naruto's eyes burned with resolute determination.
That concerned your Red Star Herb, after all. Shangguan Fei raised an eyebrow slightly, though he wisely refrained from bringing it up; even if Le Bing couldn't win the competition, acquiring it now wouldn't be difficult.
Christmas was one of the liveliest holidays in the island nation. The streets were festive and filled with couples everywhere. Naturally, they went out to play together, embracing each other in the cold weather—a scene beyond the imagination of certain lonely souls.
Jiang Ge, who had originally disdained to pay attention, turned dark-faced. Mysterious spiritual energy erupted around his body, and the very moment he snapped his eyes open, Nong Qin in front of him was forced back several paces, the zither strings emitting a harsh "clang" like a snapping cord right against the eardrums.
Wang Yue unleashed his ultimate skill, Blade of the Soul, followed immediately by Q [Blade Surge] to claim the kill.
Chen Jin tried to say a few words to Fei Qing, but Fei Qing didn't reply at all, his expression remaining completely unchanged like a block of wood. Yet Fei Qing's former kingly aura was gradually revealing itself, and the cold, murderous intent grew increasingly intense.
The twin blades paused in the air alongside the silver radiance in his hands. I dropped back to the ground, staring intently at the man before me.